Rose stood frozen in the doorway, leaning against the frame as if in a trance.

She had always seen them fighting or in their domineering Alpha roles, but watching them like this, in such a homely, intimate, and family-oriented manner, made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"They must be parasites in the intestine," she thought annoyedly, but her eyes couldn't stop watching the tattoos waving over their strong shoulders, broad backs, and narrow waists.

The way they dominated their space. Maell